[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is naturally cute

Lestrade touched the cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, and told Sherlock the basic situation of the deceased: "The deceased's name is Reynolds Budden, an operator of a London securities company. He lived an active life, liked sports, and often participated in volunteer activities." It was a night runner who came to Hyde Park, and was discovered by the sanitation workers in the morning." Lestrade looked at the tragic death of Reynolds Budden, and sighed regretfully, if this accident did not happen , his life is predictable happiness.

Sherlock took out the rubber gloves from his pocket, squatted down to check the condition of the deceased, a big hole was opened in the stomach, all the organs inside were pulled out, and the wound was cut neatly, full of geometric beauty.

"Rosa, get me the magnifying glass. It's in my coat pocket."

"Rosa!" Seeing that there was no response, Sherlock yelled again, but there was still no response. He turned his head in doubt. He was mocking Scotland Yard's little assistant just now. outside.

Sherlock: "..." When will the fear of dead bodies be cured?

Rosa just glanced at the horribly dead body and she was about to vomit out of nausea. She quickly left the big detective there and ran out by herself. Her pale face looked quite cute. Many boys in Scotland Yard have selectively forgotten her aggressive scene just now. Rosa held the cup of hot water sent by a police officer named Tom to soothe her mind. Sure enough, beauty is justice, Sherlock It must be because the face is too long to be hated by Scotland Yard.

As Police Officer Donovan's good partner, Forensic Anderson is the exclusive forensic of Scotland Yard, and he has the same strong dislike for Sherlock. The young and promising Forensic Anderson, who is often praised as young and promising, is not worth mentioning in Sherlock's hands. In this way, the beam between the two of them was completely knotted.

Anderson stared at Sherlock with disgust and showy eyes: "Professional things need professional people, I have already seen that..."

Lestrade saw Rosa's gaze sharply, and hurriedly shouted: "Anderson, shut up!" Sherlock's little girlfriend was very lethal, and he didn't want Scotland Yard to be accused of some heinous crimes.

That's right, Inspector Lestrade has already acquiesced that Rosa is Sherlock's little girlfriend. Only a woman in love can be so lethal. Thinking of his separated wife, Inspector Lestrade feels inexplicably sad .

Anderson choked, and was swept away by Inspector Lestrade's stern gaze, shut his mouth resentfully, and turned away angrily.

Sherlock's expression remained unchanged, and Anderson was not worth mentioning in his eyes.He closed the simple magnifying glass, took off the rubber gloves and put them back in his coat pocket.

"Sherlock, what have you found?" Inspector Lestrade looked at Sherlock anxiously and expectantly.

"It's all obvious." Sherlock said flatly, clacking the buttons on his BlackBerry.

Fuck the obvious!Inspector Lestrade had a beeping dog expression on his face.

"Taxi." Sherlock left the dazed Inspector Lestrade behind with a few strides, and stretched out his hand to hail a taxi: "Rosa, let's go."

The black classic car with British characteristics stopped at the entrance of Butts Hospital, and then Rosa and Sherlock who got out of the car were in a stalemate at the entrance of the hospital. Showing a pitiful expression, a pair of watery bright eyes blinked and blinked, almost drowning those who looked at it: "Sherlock, I don't want to go to the morgue."

"No!" Sherlock grinned hypocritically, and flatly refused: "Rosa, only by constantly facing fear can one overcome it."

Sherlock looked like a life mentor, but what he thought in his heart was that he would see the dead body more quickly and cure this damn problem quickly. It is a joke that his assistant dared not see the dead body!

Rosa broke Sherlock's hands that held her tightly, and fled a meter away. A big cross was drawn on her big chest: "You can't force me, no one is perfect, I really face my fear." She pointed to the coffee shop on the corner of the street: "I'll wait for you there." After she finished speaking, she ran away quickly, leaving only a gray silhouette in Sherlock's vision, a small part of the dark green retro satin low-heeled pointed shoes The calf is dazzlingly white.

Sherlock: "..."

Standing in front of the two corpses, Sherlock showed a charming smile to Molly Hopper, the forensic doctor who has always had a crush on him. Sherlock has never been stingy with using his charm to gain benefits, and Molly Hopper is obviously deeply involved , she blushed: "Sherlock, do you want coffee?"

"Black coffee, two sugars." Sherlock said bluntly.

And Rosa in the corner coffee shop is also enjoying a mellow cappuccino, and there is a piece of Black Forest cake in front of her. She observes the passers-by outside the transparent French windows very leisurely, and accumulates writing materials for herself. Her dream is to become a writer. Great writer.

Time passed by like this, and when Sherlock opened the glass door of the coffee shop, he saw such a scene. The girl's side face was holy and beautiful under the bright light, and her black curly hair hung down behind her. The slightly raised chin has smooth lines, like a famous painting handed down from generation to generation.

He glanced around casually, and suddenly the corner of his mouth showed a condensed arc. He walked quickly to Rosa and took out the note under the coffee mat, and read it in his standard RP voice:

"When I sink my eyes into yours

I glimpse the deep dawn

i see the old yesterday

see everything that i can't comprehend

I feel the universe is flowing

between your eyes and mine.

— Chris Esposito, who has been tortured by the fire of love"

Sherlock snorted coldly: "Love at first sight? A frivolous Italian man. But I advise you, he just broke up with his girlfriend two days ago, and even has an ambiguous female colleague."

Rosa took out the note from Sherlock's hand indifferently. It was beautifully cursive, and there was a faint smell of men's perfume on it, with a strong and passionate Italian style. Adonis's "Between Your Eyes and Me" ", she recalled the tall and handsome male waiter bursting with hormones, and felt that as expected of an Italian man known for being romantic, all his scheming was spent on dating.

I must travel to Italy in my lifetime. The Italian brother is too cute. This love story makes people feel happy. Although the integrity of Italian men is not flattering, she is not ready to fall in love with Italian men.

She watched the gloomy detective throw the note aside without hesitation, and looked at him flatteringly: "Sir, your deep and elegant voice is even more attractive, as if playing a cello in my ear, maybe May I ask you to read me a poem as a reward?"

The great detective smiled: "Miss Rosamund, if your brain is not broken, you should remember that I didn't promise to give you a reward, right?"

Rosa pursed her lips, and followed the detective out of the coffee shop. The Italian brother gestured to her ear to make a phone call, but unfortunately, she had abandoned his note with the phone number on the back. She smiled at him apologetically and turned to leave.

Sherlock. Invisible local tycoon. Sherlock Holmes chose to return to Cambridgeshire by means of transportation, of course not the subway or bus, but a taxi.The two sat in the spacious back seat, Sherlock's expression was obscured by the interlaced light and shadow, but Rosa could clearly feel his excitement, as if the whole person was completely ignited.

"Is it an ogre?" Rosa asked. The victim's internal organs were all taken away. She couldn't help but think of Professor Hannibal. Fortunately, there is no Professor Hannibal in this world, she gently gestured an Amen on her chest.

"Of course not!" Sherlock retorted: "It's just an organ reseller full of jealousy." Facing the deep murder of love, Sherlock became interested in talking eloquently: "The first corpse is obviously from The wound was bloody due to jealousy, and he had already enjoyed the thrill of killing from the second corpse. The wound was smooth and full of geometric beauty. He gained pleasure and confidence in killing, and was full of desire for expression. From deserted alleys to the famed Speakers' Corner in Hyde Park, the public panic gave him an intense sense of satisfaction and conquest."

Sherlock's confident and professional expression shone like a star lighting up the night. Rosa tilted her head and looked at Sherlock: "So you've found the serial killer?"

"It's not that simple." Sherlock rubbed his hands, his eyes darkened: "We still need to verify."

us?Standing at the gate of the Mutual Aid Association for the Disabled the next day, Rosa finally understood what Sherlock meant. Now she was sitting in a wheelchair that Sherlock got from somewhere and played the role of a disabled person with a lower leg amputation. She was playing her husband, looking at Sherlock Holmes, who had a sad face and even two tears streaming from her eyes, she followed suit with a mournful face, a strong and beautiful girl who wanted to cry but was still very attractive It's a pity, not to mention losing the ability to walk at such a young age, such a tragic fate made the people in Shakespeare's hometown sympathize with the young couple in front of them.

Sherlock is well versed in human psychology, and driven by strong sympathy, their vigilance will decrease infinitely. Nurse Emily Jess wiped away the tears from her eyes under the hint of Sherlock's words, and has begun to reveal this The little secret of the National Association: "I don't know what's going on recently. Unlucky things happened one after another in our association. First, the donors died and then the volunteers died. Both Mr. Jim Commis and Reynolds Budden He is a good partner of our association, how could he know that the world is impermanent, and they were all killed." Tears welled up in her eyes again, if it wasn't for the second victim reported in the newspaper that had nothing to do with their association, she would have thought that the murderer was hiding In their association.

A round of applause for Ms. Emily Jess, who has an accurate sixth sense.

"I believe good people like them will definitely go to heaven." Sherlock drew a cross on his chest with a merciful face.

Rosa was already shocked by Sherlock, the white lotus spirit. Seeing Rosa's dull expression, Sherlock held her little face and pressed a kiss on her forehead, gritted her teeth and said, "My poor Rosa, God will definitely Bless you, don't give up hope for me."

Luckily, I'm smart enough, you laggard.

Emily Jess was moved by the scene in front of her again, and recommended to them: "Our activity room has a lot of advanced rehabilitation equipment, you can go and have a look."

When they arrived at the activity room, Sherlock, who had gotten rid of Emily Jess, left Rosa in the activity room with a ruthless face, and went to take risks to find the murderer by himself.